Miraculous
How each new day opens the gate.
How months and years only echo
their loon-like howl. How they tunnel
and froth at our feet that decide
always to keep moving forward,
beyond the maps of the past,
each ping and prod a pressure point
released for now out the open window
of tomorrow’s potential. Listen,
I need to tell you how difficult it is
to live in the world, and how lucky
we are to be a part of its churning.
Originally from Pennsylvania, Alicia Hoffman now lives, writes, and teaches in Rochester, New York. She is the author of three collections, most recently ANIMAL (Futurecycle Press). Her poems can be found in a variety of publications, including The Atticus Review, The Rise Up Review, The Night Heron Barks, SWWIM, The Penn Review, Typishly, and elsewhere. Find her at: www.aliciamariehoffman.com
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